Post by silverthorn on Feb 7, 2008 22:21:42 GMT -5
Other Accounts: Graypaw
Name: Silverthorn
Age (in moons): 48 (Oh yeah! Four whole years! Still young baby!)
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-cat
Appearance:
-~-Build-~-
Silverthorn is not short, but not tall. She is considered of average size. She normally demeans herself by saying she is small and short, although some have contradicted her. Unlike most cats, though, her ears are pointed, but not just from the fur. The actual ear itself is point, but does so in a rounded manner at the tip. The ears are long, in fact, much bigger than most--which is perfect for hunting rabbits. She's pretty lean, though it's hard to tell what with all the fur! Her jaw is square, but in the perfect shape for carrying rabbits.
-~-Fur-~-
Silverthorn had long fur, silver tabby fur with common black stripes. Her fur is coarse on the out layer, but is a bit softer on the inner, which helps her a lot. The tough out layer protects her much so in battle and the weathering moors. She always warm--unless she steps in water. Her fur is absorbent and water doesn't take kindly to that. Even with the rough outer layer, her fur is very shiny, but that's because she must clean it so that nothing is lodged in it. She really is a furball...
-~-Eyes-~-
Sliverthorn was born with abnormal eyes. The out layer is a light vein-colored blue, and the pupil is a cerulean blue, making her eyes frightful, but pleasant to look upon. In the moonlight, they seem to glow a silver color, only to make her nightly appearance quite ghostly, but quite enchanting.
-~-Other-~-
Silverthorn had small claws that are extremely sharp. She rarely uses them, relying on her teeth, which are a bit long for a cat with her head size. Her claws are only used on short-haired--which she makes sure they are short-haired--for she has lost a claw by having it snagged by a cat with a long pelt.
Personality:
-~-Kits-~-
Silverthorn is very motherly. She loves to help out with the nursery and watch the kits if a queen is gone. She enjoys to tell them stories of their clans past, whether its the good or bad. She doesn't ever find them annoying, but she does say they can be quite a handful. Silverthorn does want to have kits one day.
-~-Apprentices-~-
She has had her own apprentice once, and he was stubborn, disobedient, and finicky, but at the same time she was irritated with him, she grew a strong bond. At first, Silverthorn expected apprentices to be very obedient, but he changed her mind. She loved apprentices, but now she has a sort of love hate relationship. Unlike with kits, she gets snappy with them, but does induce playful banter. She admires the enthusiasm of apprentices, and wants to have another.
-~-Warriors-~-
Silverthorn is a very social cat, talking to everyone, but not so much in a manner that is annoying. Around others of her rank, she tends to be a bit more serious, but still have a good hearted nature with her. She tends to use more sarcasm with other warriors than she would with any apprentice, queen, or cat of higher rank. Silverthorn doesn't get disappointed as easily when a warrior goes against the warrior code as she would anyone else, for they are old enough to make their own decisions in her eyes.
-~-Queens-~-
She can be quite envious of queens, for they have kits that they get to take care. Also, they have someone that loves them. It makes Silverthorn a little jealous, but she will never show it. Instead she shows respect and admiration. She helps them if they ever need new bedding or if they need someone to watch their kits, and of course Silverthorn is their if they get lonely and need someone to talk to. She's a bit overbearing in some cases to the queens...
-~-Medicine Cats-~-
Any cat of such a great position haves Silverthorn's utter respect. Although she helps out whenever she has nothing to do, she would never want to pursue such a career. All of those herbs to memorize, cats to heal at the risk of your own health, and having such a connection to StarClan that the whole of the could be relying on you--and only you. She finds it fascinating, but never would she ever consider it.
-~-Leaders and Deputies-~-
Cats that lead and instruct the clan are respected by Silverthorn, and greatly so. She admires their courage and dedication to their clan, and she is well aware that it can be tough, but she doesn't have much insight on it. She always obeys orders and does so without hesitation, just to make their life a bit easier. She doesn't aspire for a high rank, like some would do anything for it, but she does like the thought of helping her clan by becoming deputy.
-~-Cats of Other Clans-~-
Even though some cats would degrade cats of other clans, Silverthorn shows the same respect she would if they were in her own clan. They do, after all, have their own clan matters to deal with, just like her and her own clan, so why insult them? She treats them like her own clanmates--but she knows where to draw the line at. If they are ready to pounce, she will be too, and if they are on her clan's territory, she'll run them off without a single hesitation.
-~-Cats of No Clan-~-
Rogues and loners, sometimes kittypets, don't hold Silverthorn's attention like they do others. In most cases they need help or are just passing by, so there really isn't much need to consider them hostile and heartless killers. Although she'd never defend one or help one, she still wouldn't attack them if they didn't mean any harm.
-~-Foxes, Badgers, Etc-~-
The predators that make Silverthorn sick to think about. They are all stupid mouse-brained animals that can't harness any self control or even be able to know what it is. They are pointless to forests and shouldn't be alive for they only reek havoc that is unnecessary. They don't deserve to be among any thing.
-~-Overall Personality-~-
Silverthorn is light hearted and loves to joke around and use sarcasm. She's commonly focused on her warrior duties, but has been known to be helping in the nursery. She loves to help others who want or need it. She's social and rarely keeps anything to herself. She is a firm believer in the warrior code and StarClan, but will break the warrior code ONLY IF NECESSARY. She is very kind hearted as well.
History:
Silverthorn was born in WindClan to the buoyant parents of Frightheather (mom) and Rockpool (dad). Silverkit wasn't the only one born to them, in fact, they had three other kits: Featherkit, Flightkit, and Freezekit. Four kits made it one of the largest WindClan had ever seen.
Silverkit hissed poorly at her brother Freezekit as he reared up his haunches to pounce. Her fur was bristled from her irritation with her annoying siblings--always playing they were. It was immature, and Silverkit would take no part of it. She wouldn't stoop so low for a source of entertainment. She would keep her chin up high--higher than playing, that's for sure.
Freezekit sighed at his sister, disappointed that she wouldn't participate. "Come and play, Silverkit!" he pleaded, blinking his blue eyes at Silverkit.
Silverkit snorted, refusing to do as such. Freezekit shook his head and crouched again at her sister, a play growl rumbling from his chest. Silverkit's odd blue eyes widened as her other two siblings quit their playing and followed Freezekit's example. Together they stalked toward their petrified sister, their young eyes alight with amusement.
As they neared, Silverkit began backing up and shrieking quiet pleas.
They pounced, knocking the breath out of Silverkit and sent her a few mouse-lengths backwards. She gasped, but soon instinct took over--she was pouncing back. Silverkit began to play along with her siblings, forgetting all policy of her "maturity". She pinned Freezekit and tripped Featherkit.
Silverkit was enjoying herself, and that was all that mattered, right? Not maturity. That would come later.
Apprenticeship wasn't the best time for Silverpaw, even though she received a great mentor: Milkwhisker. It was the first moon of it that both her parents died while crossing the thunderpath into ShadowClan territory to take some prey. She always thought that the reason they were killed was for the fact they were going against the warrior code.
Silverpaw stared with a cold gaze at the border between WindClan and ShadowClan. The thunderpath was silent and only the sound of Milkwhisker's ranting came to ears. Silverpaw's mind was focused on the spot of her parents death. Even with the long, warm fur that encased Silverpaw's body, she felt cold--freezing in fact. Her body was shivering and she wanted to crawl into her nest and lay next to her brothers Flightpaw and Freezepaw, with their sister Featherpaw accompanying them.
Silverpaw felt a sharp prod in her side and jumped in shock. Milkwhisker cupped her ear. "Are you listening?" she hissed with annoyance.
Silverpaw blinked.
Milkwhisker sighed, her tail drooping slightly. The ginger she-cat looked at Silverpaw with sympathetic yellow eyes. "Silverpaw, I know your depressed, but please, pay attention," she mewed.
Silverpaw nodded and replied with a meek, "Yes, Milkwhisker." Silverpaw sat on her haunches and forced herself to not glower at the thunderpath and listen to her mentor.
Milkwhisker was quiet for a moment, scrutinizing Silverpaw, but Silverpaw couldn't blame her for her poor a appearance was appalling.
Her long silver tabby pelt had twigs snagged in it, moss dappled here and there, and her abnormal eyes were lifeless and would scare most any cat that dared to look at them. She looked like she was a rogue too lazy to clean herself. She was ashamed, but she just couldn't bring herself to have enough energy to clean herself. Her grieving took so much of her time and energy.
"Silverpaw, why don't you rest for the day?" Milkwhisker interceded Silverpaw's evaluation of herself.
Silverpaw nodded gratefully and trotted off to her warm nest.
As a warrior, Silverthorn didn't mind the death of her parents and never thought about them. She focused on her warrior duties and spending a little of her time with her siblings Flightwhisker, Feathernose, and Freezedrift. Although when they all aged to their second year, all of siblings disappeared. For moons, Silverthorn searched for them before giving up, declaring their deaths. A small hope remains in her, saying they are still alive.
Silverthorn wants to name her kits--if she has any--after her dear siblings.
Picture:
Name: Silverthorn
Age (in moons): 48 (Oh yeah! Four whole years! Still young baby!)
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-cat
Appearance:
-~-Build-~-
Silverthorn is not short, but not tall. She is considered of average size. She normally demeans herself by saying she is small and short, although some have contradicted her. Unlike most cats, though, her ears are pointed, but not just from the fur. The actual ear itself is point, but does so in a rounded manner at the tip. The ears are long, in fact, much bigger than most--which is perfect for hunting rabbits. She's pretty lean, though it's hard to tell what with all the fur! Her jaw is square, but in the perfect shape for carrying rabbits.
-~-Fur-~-
Silverthorn had long fur, silver tabby fur with common black stripes. Her fur is coarse on the out layer, but is a bit softer on the inner, which helps her a lot. The tough out layer protects her much so in battle and the weathering moors. She always warm--unless she steps in water. Her fur is absorbent and water doesn't take kindly to that. Even with the rough outer layer, her fur is very shiny, but that's because she must clean it so that nothing is lodged in it. She really is a furball...
-~-Eyes-~-
Sliverthorn was born with abnormal eyes. The out layer is a light vein-colored blue, and the pupil is a cerulean blue, making her eyes frightful, but pleasant to look upon. In the moonlight, they seem to glow a silver color, only to make her nightly appearance quite ghostly, but quite enchanting.
-~-Other-~-
Silverthorn had small claws that are extremely sharp. She rarely uses them, relying on her teeth, which are a bit long for a cat with her head size. Her claws are only used on short-haired--which she makes sure they are short-haired--for she has lost a claw by having it snagged by a cat with a long pelt.
Personality:
-~-Kits-~-
Silverthorn is very motherly. She loves to help out with the nursery and watch the kits if a queen is gone. She enjoys to tell them stories of their clans past, whether its the good or bad. She doesn't ever find them annoying, but she does say they can be quite a handful. Silverthorn does want to have kits one day.
-~-Apprentices-~-
She has had her own apprentice once, and he was stubborn, disobedient, and finicky, but at the same time she was irritated with him, she grew a strong bond. At first, Silverthorn expected apprentices to be very obedient, but he changed her mind. She loved apprentices, but now she has a sort of love hate relationship. Unlike with kits, she gets snappy with them, but does induce playful banter. She admires the enthusiasm of apprentices, and wants to have another.
-~-Warriors-~-
Silverthorn is a very social cat, talking to everyone, but not so much in a manner that is annoying. Around others of her rank, she tends to be a bit more serious, but still have a good hearted nature with her. She tends to use more sarcasm with other warriors than she would with any apprentice, queen, or cat of higher rank. Silverthorn doesn't get disappointed as easily when a warrior goes against the warrior code as she would anyone else, for they are old enough to make their own decisions in her eyes.
-~-Queens-~-
She can be quite envious of queens, for they have kits that they get to take care. Also, they have someone that loves them. It makes Silverthorn a little jealous, but she will never show it. Instead she shows respect and admiration. She helps them if they ever need new bedding or if they need someone to watch their kits, and of course Silverthorn is their if they get lonely and need someone to talk to. She's a bit overbearing in some cases to the queens...
-~-Medicine Cats-~-
Any cat of such a great position haves Silverthorn's utter respect. Although she helps out whenever she has nothing to do, she would never want to pursue such a career. All of those herbs to memorize, cats to heal at the risk of your own health, and having such a connection to StarClan that the whole of the could be relying on you--and only you. She finds it fascinating, but never would she ever consider it.
-~-Leaders and Deputies-~-
Cats that lead and instruct the clan are respected by Silverthorn, and greatly so. She admires their courage and dedication to their clan, and she is well aware that it can be tough, but she doesn't have much insight on it. She always obeys orders and does so without hesitation, just to make their life a bit easier. She doesn't aspire for a high rank, like some would do anything for it, but she does like the thought of helping her clan by becoming deputy.
-~-Cats of Other Clans-~-
Even though some cats would degrade cats of other clans, Silverthorn shows the same respect she would if they were in her own clan. They do, after all, have their own clan matters to deal with, just like her and her own clan, so why insult them? She treats them like her own clanmates--but she knows where to draw the line at. If they are ready to pounce, she will be too, and if they are on her clan's territory, she'll run them off without a single hesitation.
-~-Cats of No Clan-~-
Rogues and loners, sometimes kittypets, don't hold Silverthorn's attention like they do others. In most cases they need help or are just passing by, so there really isn't much need to consider them hostile and heartless killers. Although she'd never defend one or help one, she still wouldn't attack them if they didn't mean any harm.
-~-Foxes, Badgers, Etc-~-
The predators that make Silverthorn sick to think about. They are all stupid mouse-brained animals that can't harness any self control or even be able to know what it is. They are pointless to forests and shouldn't be alive for they only reek havoc that is unnecessary. They don't deserve to be among any thing.
-~-Overall Personality-~-
Silverthorn is light hearted and loves to joke around and use sarcasm. She's commonly focused on her warrior duties, but has been known to be helping in the nursery. She loves to help others who want or need it. She's social and rarely keeps anything to herself. She is a firm believer in the warrior code and StarClan, but will break the warrior code ONLY IF NECESSARY. She is very kind hearted as well.
History:
Silverthorn was born in WindClan to the buoyant parents of Frightheather (mom) and Rockpool (dad). Silverkit wasn't the only one born to them, in fact, they had three other kits: Featherkit, Flightkit, and Freezekit. Four kits made it one of the largest WindClan had ever seen.
Silverkit hissed poorly at her brother Freezekit as he reared up his haunches to pounce. Her fur was bristled from her irritation with her annoying siblings--always playing they were. It was immature, and Silverkit would take no part of it. She wouldn't stoop so low for a source of entertainment. She would keep her chin up high--higher than playing, that's for sure.
Freezekit sighed at his sister, disappointed that she wouldn't participate. "Come and play, Silverkit!" he pleaded, blinking his blue eyes at Silverkit.
Silverkit snorted, refusing to do as such. Freezekit shook his head and crouched again at her sister, a play growl rumbling from his chest. Silverkit's odd blue eyes widened as her other two siblings quit their playing and followed Freezekit's example. Together they stalked toward their petrified sister, their young eyes alight with amusement.
As they neared, Silverkit began backing up and shrieking quiet pleas.
They pounced, knocking the breath out of Silverkit and sent her a few mouse-lengths backwards. She gasped, but soon instinct took over--she was pouncing back. Silverkit began to play along with her siblings, forgetting all policy of her "maturity". She pinned Freezekit and tripped Featherkit.
Silverkit was enjoying herself, and that was all that mattered, right? Not maturity. That would come later.
Apprenticeship wasn't the best time for Silverpaw, even though she received a great mentor: Milkwhisker. It was the first moon of it that both her parents died while crossing the thunderpath into ShadowClan territory to take some prey. She always thought that the reason they were killed was for the fact they were going against the warrior code.
Silverpaw stared with a cold gaze at the border between WindClan and ShadowClan. The thunderpath was silent and only the sound of Milkwhisker's ranting came to ears. Silverpaw's mind was focused on the spot of her parents death. Even with the long, warm fur that encased Silverpaw's body, she felt cold--freezing in fact. Her body was shivering and she wanted to crawl into her nest and lay next to her brothers Flightpaw and Freezepaw, with their sister Featherpaw accompanying them.
Silverpaw felt a sharp prod in her side and jumped in shock. Milkwhisker cupped her ear. "Are you listening?" she hissed with annoyance.
Silverpaw blinked.
Milkwhisker sighed, her tail drooping slightly. The ginger she-cat looked at Silverpaw with sympathetic yellow eyes. "Silverpaw, I know your depressed, but please, pay attention," she mewed.
Silverpaw nodded and replied with a meek, "Yes, Milkwhisker." Silverpaw sat on her haunches and forced herself to not glower at the thunderpath and listen to her mentor.
Milkwhisker was quiet for a moment, scrutinizing Silverpaw, but Silverpaw couldn't blame her for her poor a appearance was appalling.
Her long silver tabby pelt had twigs snagged in it, moss dappled here and there, and her abnormal eyes were lifeless and would scare most any cat that dared to look at them. She looked like she was a rogue too lazy to clean herself. She was ashamed, but she just couldn't bring herself to have enough energy to clean herself. Her grieving took so much of her time and energy.
"Silverpaw, why don't you rest for the day?" Milkwhisker interceded Silverpaw's evaluation of herself.
Silverpaw nodded gratefully and trotted off to her warm nest.
As a warrior, Silverthorn didn't mind the death of her parents and never thought about them. She focused on her warrior duties and spending a little of her time with her siblings Flightwhisker, Feathernose, and Freezedrift. Although when they all aged to their second year, all of siblings disappeared. For moons, Silverthorn searched for them before giving up, declaring their deaths. A small hope remains in her, saying they are still alive.
Silverthorn wants to name her kits--if she has any--after her dear siblings.
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